We got to his place around 8:30 and he asked me to suck his cock. Then he requested I lick his balls. Then sex, but the bed is awfully creaky so we stick the mattress on the floor and fuck. Awesome, for so many reasons but I feel the need to emphasize here that right now I am only having sex on the weekends, so each Friday is the culmination of a long, long wait Not really any dirty talk, just hot sweaty sex with lots of pushing and needing. After he came you'd have to take a crowbar to the grins on our faces. I thanked him profusely, which I always do, and he responded in kind. I like touching his body all over, and I do it often. He enjoys it as well, which is why we stayed in bed until 10:30 and then tried to find a place to eat.
I started drinking hard liquor around midnight, maybe? We fixed our drinks and retired to the bedroom to watch The Twilight Zone. I wanted to touch him all over but I had to try really hard not to so that we could watch the whole episode uninterrupted. This attempt was successful only through the first episode we watched. The second episode was a little bit boring, so I started touching him and kissing him a little bit and all of a sudden he grabbed my hips and started licking me and fingering me. I don't really need to use adjectives for it, just go up a few posts and pick some other one where he's eating me out. I need to dig out my thesaurus so I can come up with new ways to write "we had awesome hot fantastic sex or miscellaneous sex act"
I'm pretty sure that after this episode is where we stopped and talked for a long time. He got out his acoustic and played me some blues. That was really cool but the whole concept of a guy pullng out his guitar and playing me a song --BLUES, no less!-- is so totally foreign to me that I still don't know what to think. I mean, give me a guy that pulls out his cock and tells me to suck it and I'm on familiar and comfortable ground, assuming I'm already sexually active with the guy. He does *that* too, and *tells* me to suck it which is great. I don't know if I'd like that sort of attitude from other guys but with him it just works really well for us.
I'm sure there was some miscellaneous sexual activity; probably me servicing him orally on and off during talking.
My friend (his roommate) came home from work around 2 or 3 AM or so and we went out there and said hi. He took a few pictures of us with his phone. Then we went back into the bedroom and by that time we were pretty damn drunk. I remember us having sex 'spoon-style' and *while* he was thrusting he reached over me and grabbed his drink and drank some, it was really kind of stimulating that he did it. And then at one point I mimicked that, when I was on top of him I reached over and grabbed my drink and drank it while fucking him (kind of difficult).
During the time we weren't having sex (before the drinking thing I remembered? After? Who knows?) He had me tell me the sluttiest thing I'd ever done. I told him about the time I rebounded by fucking my ex's best friend less then ten feet away from the bed where said ex was asleep. Not very slutty, I know, but I'm just a goody-two-shoes. Want crazy stories? Have BlackDog post *her* stuff here. And this other time where I had sex with three different guys in the same day. They all knew I was fucking other guys, but I don't think any of them realized the short time frame between sexual encounters. Again, not so slutty. So he had me please him orally while calling me all sorts of names again, I think.
That's the end of what I can remember, with or without prompting. He told me in the morning that I sucked on him for a really long time, and he fucked me really hard from behind, I think and called me names and was going to cum on my face but.... apparently he didn't, and he doesn't remember *stopping* fucking me, or going to bed or anything. I wonder what we did? We probably just stopped all of a sudden and went to bed. I have no clue, and neither does he.
So in the morning, when I woke up the last thing I remember was hanging out with my friend in the other room and there was a small flash of memory of his cock in my mouth but that's hardly surprising or unusual. WTF was this "taking advantage of me"? It turned out to be that question about the sluttiest thing I've ever done, because I was really drunk and he probably didn't think I'd tell him sober, or was looking for some deep dark dirty secret. But I don't have too many of those.
This morning, we were talking about the night before, and I spent a really long time just stroking and playing with his balls, and then he told me to suck his cock; and ended up cumming in my mouth. That was pretty neat since it had been a while (few weeks?) since he came in my mouth.
Oh, I remember something else from last night that I don't know exactly where to place. I was liking his balls, and usually I just focus on either the balls or the dick, since I am a horrible multi-tasker. As I was stopping, I gave his cock a long wet lick, and he said "Do that one more time--no, do that THREE more times." Of course I did, and that's that whole memory, completely apart from the rest of the night and I'm not sure where to place it.
